Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.